Disclaimer-I don't own the Outsiders, S.E Hinton does!

Note: Sorry if my grammar seems bad, I needed to get the point of way the characters speak across. Also bear with me, this chapter is the intro so naturally it's small and [pointless!

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It was rainin' again. The streets looked like black rivers from my place beside the window, I really hate rain sometimes, can't do nothin'. Lazily I looked at our old faded calendar, then it hit me, it had been one year today. Exactly one year since Johnny and Dally died. God it hardly seemed that long at all, it was all just a horrible slap in the face every time I realized they were both gone.  Darry and Soda hardly ever spoke of it now., kinda like an unwritten rule.

The sound of Darry slamming the door broke me out of my thoughts.

"Damn rain, how am I supposed to get any work done with all this damn rain!?" He shouted to no one in particular.

"Bad day Dar?" Soda asked.

Darry didn't answer just shot him a look that would make a snake shiver. Darry wasn't the only one in a sour mood, I was too. Nothing had gone on for quite awhile, since that day a year ago, things had died down around the east side. But it wouldn't stay that way forever, least that's what Two-bit said. Just as if on cue, Two-bit burst through the door.

"Man  it's rainin' dogs out there aint it?" As usually he looked as if he'd been drinking.

"Naw shit Sherlock!" Darry growled.

"A guy can't even pick up a good dame in this weather!" he said with a slur.

I finally moved away from the window and over to the couch where Soda had been layin' looking at the phone, poor guy still expects Sandy to come back after all this time, I guess in our own ways none of us have been able to move on. Finally Soda turned to me and smiled making so random comment about work that made everyone laugh, that's my brother for you, a smile all the time. I smiled too, and laughed, then Two-bit  let us in on the days newest events, Curly was back in the cooler for shop lifting (big surprise) and Cherry had moved to California. Things were sure different. Little did any of us know that the past was about to come back to haunt us yet again. But not knowing this yet, I turned back to the window and watched the rain fall.